Bookends. I like to think of life as sections broken up by bookends. At the beginning of the summer, I was at a low after several frustrating and negative experiences. I was sick of other people deciding my fate. Camp started. Camp is exhausting. Camp consumes all life over the summer. Camp got a trapeze. I posted about how I passed the trapeze every day looking at it as a metaphor for achieving my goals. Seeing it as a reminder that if I put my mind towards something, I can do it. I was desperate to try the trapeze again but didn’t know if I could swing it (pun intended). The summer slipped away, I begged. It happened. My legs went up. I soared. Again. I did it. BUT WAIT! There’s more to the metaphor. A month ago - to the date - August 2nd, we visited old friends. An idea sparked in my head and everything immediately felt right... if I could move mountains and make it work. Everything had to fall into place and it had to happen quickly. AND IT JUST DID! I’m so excited to anno...